Days had gone into nights and nights had gone into days
And everyday gone count one thousand days in my life.
While weeks had gone into months and months into years, still no sign of you.
For the days are outnumbered that my mathematical prowess can't calculate.
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Very beautiful, touching and tender poem of your true love. You write of love so delicately, intricately, showing your intense desire needing to be fulfilled through your love. It is also a poem of great sadness that causes the heart to weep for your sorrow. Quietly intense poem, thank you for sharing it. RoseAnn